Precious Gems - Sierra Hill Page 0,37

and over with his swirling tip. Noises of pleasure escape through my parted lips, mimicking the ones from his mouth, each time escalating louder and louder.

Faron is fucking me with his tongue like a man possessed. A starving man who feasts on my body, like it’s his personal banquet of flesh and bone.

He hisses a curse, a ragged mixture of frustration and need, replacing his tongue with a finger, breaching my pussy entrance and slamming it in deep. No hesitation, no warning. Just hard and penetrating. So hard my upper body lurches forward on the bed, the arm above my head holding firm and steady as he fucks me with a punishing finger.

“You like it hard and unforgiving, don’t you, little girl?”

I rock my hips back, seeking friction and in search of that elusive orgasm that hovers out in the distance. So close I can almost taste it.

The need begins to spiral inside me, twisting and turning, like a corkscrew pulling out the cork – turn by turn. Each push and flick and drag of his finger loosens me up, my inner walls quivering in response.

Until…until a torrent of sensation rips through my limbs, centering low in the base of my spine and clamors to escape. Like the pressure in a carbonated bottle, my orgasm shakes me until I’m detonating into a million pieces, everything in me spasming and tightening and exploding in a chaos of light behind my eyes.

He promised to show me the City of Light. I just had no idea it would be right behind my eyelids.

I grab at the bedding in my fist, shoving it in my mouth and biting down to muffle the deep keening sound that I never knew existed inside me before this moment.

“Ahhhh…” The cry escapes my lips, as his fingers crook inside, the angle adjusting just so to hit that ever-elusive button that sends me skyrocketing to greater heights.

“Oh God. I’m coming…again…oh, God…”

The seismic shudders that rack my body have left me depleted, barely able to lift my head to watch Faron behind me. I close my eyes, grateful for the reprieve as he withdraws his fingers, now coated with my essence, and flips me over, grabbing at my heels and yanking my legs open.

When I peel open my heavy lids, he stands over me at the end of the bed, naked from the waist down, his shirt still on, hard shaft in his hand, leisurely stroking himself with my wetness lubricating his cock.

His eyes flare with something stronger than desire. “You are the perfect image of prom virgin and sexy little slut with your gown all rucked up and your pink cunt glistening with your arousal.”

Faron moves between my legs, taking my wrists in hand and stretching them above my head, pinning my body beneath him. I peer down between us, as he slides over me, his cock brushing through my wet folds.

Oh, it feels so good.

So, so good as the hard length of him rubs over my clit. My inner walls clench and contract, a profound emptiness that only he can fill.

I experiment with a pump of my hips. “Please, Faron. Just do it. I need it…”

He stops, his eyes narrowing on me. “Please, what?”

Shifting on top of me, his cock hits squarely over my sensitive nub so that I can barely manage a breath.

“Please…sir,” I grunt.

“Good girl. Once I’m inside you, I won’t hold back. I’m going to fuck you until my seed is dripping from your pussy and you’ll feel me for days to come.”

For a second I’m still stuck on the image of him coming inside me and what it will feel like as his hard cock rips me apart.

He nudges my legs wider, guiding the tip of his cock to my entrance where it slips in an inch, enough where I can feel the stretch.

“Now I’m going to claim what’s mine.”

And he shoves his way inside, taking my most valuable possession.

The one I’ve freely given.

Chapter 19

Pain. Yes, there’s pain.

But it’s just a pinch, and once I’ve adjusted to the intrusion inside my body, I begin to relax, as he whispers words of praise and adoration.

“Fuck, little girl. Your cunt is so tight. So perfect.”

Faron presses his face into my neck, the deep rumble of his voice so delicious that if it had a taste it would be melted caramel.

“Are you all right?”

His body hovers over mine, still as a statue, the place we’re joined still a dull ache, reduced from the first biting sting. I